George Gordon Byron

(22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824 / London, England)

There Be None Of Beauty's Daughters - Poem by George Gordon Byron

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With a magic like Thee;
And like music on the waters
Is thy sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charméd ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lull'd winds seem dreaming:
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep,
Whose breast is gently heaving
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of Summer's ocean.


Comments about There Be None Of Beauty's Daughters by George Gordon Byron

  • Rookie - 0 Points Jade Dorrington (7/30/2015 1:47:00 PM)

    Beautiful rhyming, a lot of imagination has gone into this. XD (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 27, 2014


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